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don't want land.
FATHER:  Listen, Alice...
HERBERT:  Herbert.
FATHER:  Herbert.  We live in a bloody swamp.  We need all the
land we can get.
HERBERT:

I bumped into friend of mine in the council line back in spring time
She said “I didn’t think I’d see you here
Didn’t I hear you were hitting the big

round the ruins, the churchyards and the lanes
The village greens and castles and the council house estates
I'll sing it in the market towns and through

the squatters dogs
Caught by the shaman's O well in
Bombin' the common grog over flood a levy
Hope it soaks the berry roots
Reanimate the council of the topiary

Album of the Year

The Good Life

Album of the Year

and that's how it started, or so I'd like to believe. 
She took me to her mother's house outside of town where the stars hang down 
She said she'd never seen

Long live the summertime
Just let the sun shine down
From the Alice plains to the oceanside
Let's crank the music loud
See the southern stars rise in